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crisis
observers feel
for one victim
from two parties guilty
with cold repose
with inward hate
some defend both
some abstain
try to pretend
the monster's intent
to silence with violence
and retch not from scent
genuine glee
thrill of teenage mischief
grown men swarm
to rip at the hetacomb
for one hundred lost
is three the cost?
milled to brown mire
quenched their ire
with film and sound
paint this scene
which exploits your
culture's private memes
to taste a glimpse
of passions clandestine
simulate and go to
your own Palestine
